Guest guest Posted July 9, 1999 Report Share Posted July 9, 1999 I wasn't sure who wrote this poem. It's beautiful. I printed it out to read again later. Thanks, Dan At 11:28 PM 7/8/99 -0400, you wrote: > Xanma wrote: I guess it depends on your definition of ego, but it >sounds to me that you >are equating power and powerful acts with ego power, the desire to prove >oneself. > No. >To kill someone for thrill of killing requires an immense ego >as does being a powerful healer. Ego is a manifestation of power. >Only when we think we know what it is >comes trouble. In my definition motivation is the key. > Yes, intent. >We all have this ego. >*How* shall it be used? We are not so far apart. > St Mountain I carry a concrete cross >on my back >in a field of gravity >that attracts like a red sun. Personality is magnetic, >like love, like sin, >sucks everything in >to the core of it's spinning gravity. Roses come with thorns, >rainbows with rain, >and lovers, they bring pain. Where ever I travel, it follows >like a charismatic moon, >my shadow at night. Do I nail it to a tree? >...or wipe it out like a race. It dwarfs like a mountain. >Do I climb it? I sacrificed it all to be a king >that rules a kingdom >of missing persons >where nobody's home >and absenteeism's at an all-time high. Now it's just me, >that weathers >under seething sun rays >in a relentless wind so gradually to sand, to ashes, to dust... >...like an ego eroding. > St. Mountain. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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